"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Thursday, September 18, 2008

"They Speak in Clever Tongues..."

There were days that I loved you, days that I hated you, hours that I needed you more than oxygen, hours that I needed you like a brain aneurysm, minutes that passed slowly in your absence, minutes that passed slowly in your presence, seconds that felt too sweet to last, seconds that felt too bitter to last.

We were all going to go to heaven when we were done.

We were all going to go straight to hell when it was over.

There were weeks when the days blurred, the hours melted, the minutes spun, and the seconds sped. There were times when I felt I could not love, hate, need, or feel anymore.

We were heading down a path I couldn't wait to travel.

We were heading down a road that no man could ever traverse.

There was time. There was none. There were people. There was no one. There were words. There was silence.

And in the thick of it all, there was me. And you.

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